When the stinging thunder crossed the sky in 1997, the crowd was glaring, and a group of four people from the second (7) class of Jintian No. 1 Middle School were driven out of the class with large bags of books on their backs.
Liu Feipeng wore a sports jacket around his waist, a bulging satchel hung on his shoulders, and a large stack of books and tennis rackets in his hands. I was in a hurry, and I didn't forget the words: "Damn, people who don't know think we are the victims of the disaster."
Nan Weiwei, who followed closely behind her, didn't give up too much. Her body was hung like a Christmas tree: "Isn't it? I didn't say anything in advance. I just left. I had to give away a lot of things. "
"Don't complain, you move up... hurry down and pick me up." A weak voice came from behind, it was the hidden wheat of the fourteenth change of the female big, and the face was faintly acquainted. It's just that her face was seriously distorted by the heavy object at this moment, and she really has no sense of beauty at all. He carried a huge shoulder school bag that looked like a small hill, a drawing board hung on his arm, and two overfilled patchwork bags in his hand, arched his waist, swayed and clanked forward.
"I can't do it... Fortunately, there is wheat and you are with me." Nan Weiwei flushed, panting, and the corner of her eyes swept across the disappearing back in front of her, putting on a look of disdain, and said: " See how fast they run, there is no love from classmates at all... No, Liu Feipeng, you hurry up and pick a few connected positions. We will depend on each other in the future, and we must sit together resolutely and persistently."
"Ling." Before the words fell, Liu Feipeng's long legs jumped, three or five steps connected up, and his figure disappeared at the end of the stairs in a flash.
Don't ask why, everyone is at a loss. Halfway through self-study in the morning, the head teacher, Old Chen, walked into the classroom with an iron face. He stiffly said the names of the four people one by one, and announced that the school decided to take the top 50 in the grade after research. Today, the second grade "Olympic class" was formally established. The last sentence of the original sentence is: "You four tidy up and go out immediately, don't affect other students, so you can leave without giving it away."
As a result, without saying goodbye to each other and seeing off the road, the crowd stared at them. Before they were about to be stunned by the group's sharp eyes, the four of them carried big bags and small bags and left the house like a mouse crossing the street with their tails caught in their tails.
The so-called "Olympic Class"-the second grade (10) class, is located at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor. Adjacent to it is the second-stage teacher's office, the intention is self-evident.
On the first day of the group, everything was messy. The classmates who have moved in big and small bags one after another are calling their friends to pick a place to sort out the books. Those who know them are talking, and those who don't know are introducing themselves. When Qianmai and Nan Weiwei were standing at the door, they were already sitting in the classroom.
Liu Feipeng hurriedly ended his self-introduction with others, ran forward, took the bags in their hands, carried them to the fourth row of the innermost window, and said, "The front is full. There are three vacant seats next to this. It's in the corner. You sit in the fourth row and I'm in the fifth row."
Unloading his schoolbag, Qian Mai looked around the classroom, then opened the window on the inner side against the wall to take a look at it, and said, "It's okay. This corner is just what I want. You can look at the flowers and grass, or you can set up a secret base. Yes. Now, where is Li Jian?"
Liu Feipeng raised his chin to the front: "People are moving upwards every day, and find the third-ranked classmate to be at the same table."
"Follow him." Nan Weiwei flattened her mouth, turning her eyes around and patrolling the class. She is a native of Jintian County and was born in Si and grew up in Si. There are many classmates in this class who had known each other before and raised their hands excitedly to say hello. Unexpectedly, when people say: "There are only four people in your class, why don't I know them?"
Facing cold water, Nan Weiwei was stunned by the strong sense of class honor in her bones: "Isn't this making way for other classmates?"
Instead, Liu Feipeng replied to the person with a grin: "Our (7) class has always been not focused on quantity but on quality."
Qianmai listened to Hehe Zhile, and said: "In the Olympiad, you dare to talk like this, be careful that people use scores to kill you." Aspirations return to ambition, but in the background of the test-oriented education of heroes based on scores, (7 ) The decline of class talents is a fact that cannot be ignored. The top five in grades have always been insulated from class (7). Except for Li Jian who occasionally made the top ten, the other three were in the 20th place. I was also lucky this time. I was selected by the crane tail with the 48th place. . In other words, in this class, I was third from the bottom.
They are all people who have experienced scores on the battlefield. Everyone calmed down quickly. Waiting for Qianmai to grind and sort her baby paint, pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one, Nan Weiwei had already turned around and talked with her acquaintance next to her.
"What? You said that the foreign language school was divided into classes as soon as it started?"
"Yeah, I have several elementary school classmates studying there, and I said when I met them when I went shopping last Saturday."
"Cut, how come our school has always followed other people's buttocks now."
"That can't be said, isn't there an'Olympian' in every grade? It's just a matter of time."
"Which subjects are you going to report?"
"Look at the teacher first before talking..."
"Hey," Qian Mai pointed to the seat behind him, and asked Liu Feipeng in a low voice, "Who are you at the same table?"
"I don't know, there were a few books on the table when I came in, and I didn't see anyone." Liu Feipeng didn't seem to have any affectionate people either. Most of them often met each other, passed by, or admired the name for a long time, but there was no substance. Familiar strangers in contact. Except for a few self-introductions, he didn't speak any more. Bored and bored, his eyes filled the classroom, and he smiled and asked Qian Mai: "Do you think there is anything special about'Olympics'?"
"The books on the table are stacked up high. From the outside, they are faceless, only a black mind."
"Haha, yes. I have a unique eye to sum up the other two. NO.1, there are not many girls in the Olympiad, and the beautiful girls are even more like stars. You two are fighting for me. Finally, a small area has recovered. city."
Sweat! Completely speechless, this one must be contended.
However, Liu Feipeng moved into his seat at the same table inside, sticking out his head and continuing to report to Qianmai: "NO.2, I will eat in the future, probably only the two of us will bring vegetables to eat in this class."
Qian Mai smiled upon hearing it. If she changed someone else, she might think it was self-deprecating or joking. But Liu Feipeng is different. This guy who claims to be Liu Ji's heir, but completely regards poverty as riches, maybe he is proud of being different. Because he firmly believes that he will be the same as his celebrity ancestors. Eat bitterness first, and then become a master. Later, Manhan will feast on abalone and bird's nest. As for the bitter years of eating dried plums and vegetables, maybe I can add a wonderful touch in the future when I am thinking about my bitterness and thinking about sweetness and writing a book.
So, following his gaze, I subconsciously took a look at the clothes of the classmates. But isn't it? Most people are a bunch of expensive brand names from head to toe, some even in foreign languages that she doesn't know. Said: "Then there is no choice, we have to eat together." Coincidentally, Liu Feipeng ranked 41st in the ranking, which was also counted in the bottom single digit.
"Who and who have trouble with sister..."
"I'm sorry, this should be my seat." Before Liu Feipeng's anxiously pale face could finish retorting, a hoarse male voice came in during the change of voice. When he tilted his head, he saw a tall, thin, fair-skinned boy standing in the aisle with his slender fingers spinning the basketball quickly, and his acne-protruding face was wet and the hair on his forehead. There are still a few drops of water hanging. Behind him were two boys who were holding school uniform jackets in their hands. They were tall and big, striding past him to sit in the last row of the group.
There seemed to be a lot of silence in the classroom for a moment, and many eyes were looking straight to this side. Liu Feipeng hurriedly gave up his position, stepped aside, and introduced himself: "Are you Peng Chen? I am Liu Feipeng, sitting next to you."
The man nodded inaudibly, "Uh", opened the drawer and took a bottle of water.
Ooh, is this how the top students at Jintian No. 1 Middle School treat others? Liu Feipeng and Qian Mai looked at each other, touched their noses and turned their heads away.